User blog comment:Llamao/Kotir Reborn/@comment-3474228-20120325153238/@comment-3474228-20120329214752

The shaft flies low and past the ferret, almost spearing the wildly bouncing Gumbil instead. The mole is wailing as he obtains many scars and marks from the hard ground.

Swiftail lies on the ground behind them, his face cut and bleeding with the blood stained rock lying nearby.